Lyrics

Verse 1:
Before the rooster crows,
I lace up these worn-out shoes,
Walkin’ down that old dirt path,
Cheeks wet like morning dew.
Got a heavy heart,
And the sky’s been gray,
But I come to your resting place, every single day.
Chorus:
I come by every day
To lay these flowers at your feet,
I tell you about my day,
In hopes you might speak.
It’s become my routine, I know what you’d say,
But I just can't stop, bring flowers to your name.
Verse 2:
I sit here with the silence, talkin’ to the breeze,
Tellin’ you my troubles, and things that bring me to my knees.
I imagine your laughter, feelin’ your face,
The warmth of your smile, and how your lips taste.
Chorus:
I come by every day and lay these flowers at your feet,
I tell you about my day, in hopes you might speak.
It’s become my routine, I know what you’d say,
But I just can't stop, bring flowers to your name.
Bridge:
The world keeps turnin’,
Feeling time in my bones.
I linger 'round here,
In this field full of stones,
From the punishing loss,
I search for reprieve.
From the punishing loss,
That this old heart still grieves.
Chorus:
I come by every day and lay these flowers at your feet,
I tell you about my day, in hopes you might speak.
It’s become my routine, I know what you’d say,
But I just can't stop, bring flowers to your name.
Outro:
So I’ll keep comin’ by, though the days turn into years,
With these flowers and my memories, and the weight of my tears.
I come by every day, and I’ll always feel the same,
A soul lost, bringin’ flowers to your grave.
Written by: Phineas Maphet
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